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At this hour!" "I'm working for the Board of Health, and those are my orders," declared outraged authority. "It was imperative that I see Miss Fabrizi; the blame for this complication is entirely mine," Norvin assured the old creole. The representative of the Board of Health inquired, loudly: "Didn't the doctors tell you that nobody could come or go, Mr. La Branche?" "They did."
It was not until they were well on their way that Norvin thought to mention the letter, which he had wished to see. "Oh, yes, I meant to show it to you," said Donnelly. "But there's nothing unusual about it, except perhaps the signature." "I thought you said it was anonymous." "Well, it is; it's merely signed 'One who Knows." "Does it mention an associate of Narcone a man named Cardi?" "No.
When Blake retired that night it was not to sleep at once, for he was troubled by a growing fear of himself that would not be lightly put aside. During the next few days Norvin Blake saw much of the Countess Margherita, for every afternoon he and Martel rode to Terranova.
They seemed always to jeer at that hungry mother-love, but never quite so loudly as now. She remembered surprising Norvin Blake at play with these very children one day, and the half-abashed, half-defiant light in his eyes when he discovered her watching him.
It is my hope that we have frightened them off the island for all time." "And sent them to my country! Thanks! We're having trouble enough with our own Italians, as it is." "You at least have more room than we. But now, before we go further, you must tell me about yourself, about your mother " Norvin shook his head gravely. "I arrived in time to see her, to be with her at the last, that is all."
This makes me look older than I am." Norvin touched his hair, which was gray, and Bernie nodded. "Funny how your hair changed so suddenly. I remember seeing you four years ago at the Lexington races just after you returned from Europe the second time. You were dark then. I saw you a year later and you were gray. Did the wing of sorrow brush your brow?" Blake shrugged.
"I am rather good at it," Norvin confessed, whereat Papa La Branche seemed about to embrace him. "You are sent from heaven!" he declared. "You deliver me from darkness. Thirty-seven games of Napoleon to-day! Think of it! I was dealing the thirty-eighth when you came. But piquet! Ah, that is a game, even though my angel wife abominates it.
Norvin suddenly wished the Countess would not allow her glance to linger upon him so long and searchingly. It filled him with a most disturbing self-consciousness. He was relieved when the Donna Teresa engaged him in conversation and the lovers were occupied with each other. It was some time later that the Countess addressed her aunt excitedly: "Listen! What do you think of this, zia mia?
That's another thing I know but can't prove. What made you ask if that letter was written by a woman? Has Sabella a sweetheart?" "Not to my knowledge. I " Norvin hesitated. "No, Sabella has no sweetheart, but Savigno had. I haven't told you much of that part of my story. It's no use my trying to give you an idea of what kind of woman the Countess of Terranova was, or is you wouldn't understand.
It was composed of a half-dozen prominent men who had been identified with the Committee of Justice; among them was Norvin Blake. A hush followed as one of them mounted the pedestal and began to speak. He was recognized as Judge Blackmar, a wealthy lawyer, and his well-trained voice filled the wide spaces from wall to wall; it went out over the sea of heads and up to the crowded roof-tops.
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